'It won't be any different than the last time I saw your mother,' Jon replied. He continued to sit up until he was cross-legged on the bed, back pressed against the creamy wall behind him.
Catelyn Stark had every reason in the world to hate the idea of Jon Snow. As a living reminder of his father's betrayal, Jon could understand how a heart might sting to look upon him. All dark features from his chocolate brown eyes to heavy curls, every bit his father's son without any trace of the Tully bloodline. To look as much, and act as much as Catelyn's own children without actually being one of them.
And then there was the ghost of her first born. Every bit as haunting as Jon's presence in her life.